Page 69 of The Switched-Up Playbook
“Come on, Hart. Turn that super-brain off for a fucking minute.”
“Xander,” I correct him again, quietly grateful for the interruption. Not that I'd ever tell him; he wouldn't shut up about that either.
Leaning back on my hands, I stretch out my legs. Nicko takes the invitation and joins me on the bed, kneeling between them.
“Sure,Alex,” he huffs, rolling his eyes.
I growl and surge forward to grab him by the elastic of his boxers, dragging him down with me. A quick roll brings us dangerously close to the edge of the bed—and Nicko under me.
“Xander,” I insist, pressing the word against his lips, breathing it into his mouth. If this is the only chance I get to hear him moan my name, I’ll make sure it’s the right one.
Nicko bucks his hips up against mine. His tongue invades my mouth, pushing and stroking. The heat builds between our bodies as we press together, eager for more.
My hand slides along his thigh, squeezing and then pulling Nicko’s leg up and around my waist. I roll my hips again, languidly, dragging my forming erection against the bulge in Nicko’s boxers.
His head drops back with a sharp gasp.
I grin, then do it again, groaning deeply at the sparks the friction sends down my spine.
One of Nicko’s hands squeezes my shoulder hard enough for his nails to dig in. I mouth along the sensitive skin of his throat, looking up at him only once I’ve reached his collarbone. My hand wanders further up his thigh to his ass, feeling along the full curve of it. Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside him, to make himgasp instead of running his mouth. But I want to make sure it’s what he wants too.
“You’ve done this before, right?”
“Of course!” Nicko says, jutting out his chin, but something gives me pause. His tone is as cocky as always, his eyes glinting in that way that dares me to call him out and take him up on his challenge. His answer came just a touch too quickly.
Paired with the way his shoulders tense, the muscle moving in his jaw as he clenches his teeth, I'm already torn before I feel a shudder going through him as I give his ass a squeeze.
His green eyes widen, only fleetingly meeting my own before darting away. Nicko’s throat moves as he swallows.
No matter how determined he is to not let his inexperience show, my gut tells me otherwise. Even in our situation I wouldn’t expect him to worry that much about bottoming.
I bite my tongue, ducking my head to nose behind his ear, teasingly tugging on his lobe.
Change of plans then.
“Good,” I say lightly, intending to cover my own nerves. It’s been a while since I've done this with someone—and not just my own hand or a toy—but I’m not going to take anyone’s virginity over something so casual asgetting it out of our system.
Even if it's just a guess.
“Then you’ll know what to do.” I roll over to take my boxers off. Nicko stays splayed out on his back, only pushing himself up when I settle in next to him on my knees. His eyes fall to my middle before he looks up at me, cheeks flushing.
“What are you doing?”
“You really need me to give you a hint?” I hold onto the headboard with one hand for balance, shifting my knees apart. Then I deliberately slowly suck the index and middle finger of my other hand into my mouth.
Nicko’s eyes follow the movement, his lips parting. His attention encourages me to keep going, spreading my legs apart further so I can reach around myself to run my fingers over my entrance.
Although the wetness of my spit on my sensitive skin genuinely makes me shudder, I play it up, biting my lower lip with a soft moan. It’s a different anticipation building now, nerves mixing with the soft thrill of arousal as I push against the furled muscle.
My eyes close to blend out my audience, even just for a moment. It affects me more than I'd like to admit that I'm putting on a show for Nicholas van der Hoff of all people.
Getting blown by him in the locker room when we're both fired up is one thing.
Fingering myself open for his benefit, knowing that I alsowanthim to fuck me, is a whole other level.
But soon enough my focus narrows to the point where my finger is rubbing against my hole. I take a few deep breaths and manage to relax enough to push the tip inside.
“Fuck,” Nicko rasps next to me, closer than expected, and I open one eye to smirk at him.
